The Representative Tributes/Tributes of District 1-12: UPDATED according to the last chapter's declared deaths!

District 1: Percy Jackson & the Olympians – Percy; Annabeth

District 2: Lorien Legacies – Maren (Six)

District 3: Mortal Instruments – Clary

District 4: Inheritance – Arya

District 5: Lord of the Rings – *Legolas

District 6: Divergent – Four

District 7: Twilight

District 8: Unfortunate Events – Violet

District 9: Harry Potter – Harry; Hermione

District 10: Maze Runner – Thomas

District 11: Narnia – Peter

District 12: Hunger Games – Peeta; Katniss

CHAPTER 20: Twisted I

Peter Pevensie from Chronicles of Narnia

Peter was caught looking at the twenty feet tall stones of the maze. He had halted and had raised his head to have a better look at the heights of the walls. "We are trapped here," the king muttered. His eyes were moving from one wall to another, trying to understand everything that had occurred.

"You sound scared," Annabeth smirked while inspecting a crashed tree on the ruined ground. She picked a fruit from it and placed it inside her bag. "Are you scared…" She turned to the Narnian, "…by any chance, Peter?"

Peter didn't bother to turn around and face her. He stood still and remained immobile, deeply thinking, "I'm afraid my nightmare is true." His deep British accent was cracked. "I-I saw my nearest end." He could sense Annabeth was currently raising her brows. He continued, "Yes…" he admitted, nodding his head, "I'm scared."

Silence.

Finally, Annabeth replied, walked close to him until she leveled beside him, "That fear will destroy you. Don't let it rule over you."

Peter looked at her. Blue eyes met grey ones. "I want to go home." The words were whispered. "I don't want to die here. I-I am scared I will never see Lucy and Edmund anymore. And, mom and dad, and everything…" he took a great deal of air. "I'm afraid of not returning home…"

Annabeth gave a small smile, a meaningful and calming smile, "That's what we are all afraid of, isn't it?" She paused and put a hand on his shoulder, "It seemed we aren't that different. Yes, I'm also afraid. But you know…" she squeezed his shoulder, "…what we need to do is to finish the Game. That's the only way – the only option. Everything must be transformed to strength, even fear. Anything must be done." Her tone became darker. "I'll do anything, Peter. Anything… and I think we'll all get to that point no matter what." She released his shoulder and shrugged.

Peter inspected her keenly, trying to unmask her façade. He inquired with his plain face, "What is it?" He watched Annabeth knit her eyebrows.

"What is what?"

He released a meaningless laugh, "You have something to tell me, right? This food hunt will never be just a food hunt to the Daughter of Athena."

Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "Don't act as if you know how I think, Narnian."

"Well, let's say that this Narnian has right instincts," he smiled and immediately dropped it off. "So, tell me, what is it?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes and walked to a nearby shrub and half sat, inspecting a group of berries. "It's Four," she finally said. Peter had already expected it.

"What of Four?" Peter leaned onto the opposite wall away from the demigod. He crossed his arms and observed her.

The demigod continued on inspecting the berries. She voiced out, "If there's another way, would you ever choose that?"

It had been Four's unconscious question when he was in deep sleep, Peter knew it. He had a feeling that Annabeth was into something. "What about that?"

Annabeth turned to look at him. She gave her a look of 'What are you? An idiot?', "Really, Peter?" The king gave her a shrug. Again, she rolled her eyes, "Tobias is corrupting. He's changing his way." Peter tilted his head, permitting her to go on. "Something happened to him that made his mind out of the track of the Force. I'm afraid he would let the group out of its plan now that you're all listening to him. If the leader is broken, the group will be. Do you get me?"

It took Peter seconds to absorb her statement, "You're just jealous he came back and we aren't listening to you anymore."

With that, Annabeth hastily stood up, "It's not that, Peter! Don't be silly! Can't you see? TOBIAS WILL BREAK THE FORCE!"

Peter straightened his posture. The light of the night get into their figures. He could see the demigod and her desperation, perfectly. "And what do you suggest?" He was sensing her answer beforehand.

Annabeth took a deep breath, "Eliminate him." Blank eyes. Straight face. Terrifying.

Silence. Peter gulped. He massaged the gap between his brows, averting his eyes away from the terrifying demigod. He said, carefully, "If you're thinking that I am the perfect ally for this murder just because I had a brawl with him, well, you're wrong, Annabeth." He forced himself to look at her eyes. Annabeth stayed still. "I can't see the urgent to kill him. And, I don't think I can do that. Maybe, you're right in his state but he's not in that state still. Isn't this thinking very untimely, unnecessary?"

Annabeth smirked, rolling the berries around her fingers, "The wound is better to cure when it's new. Would you wait for it to be worse?"

"You're right in that sense but, I'm still against it."

He watched Annabeth think with her passive face. She finally said, "Well, I can't force you. Just don't tell Four that I've offered you to kill him."

Peter nodded, "Of course. Who's in the right mind to tell him?"

Annabeth shrugged, "Who knows?" Peter dismissed to answer that. Annabeth put the berries in her bag and started to walk out of the passage. "C'mon, their stomachs are probably protesting."

Peter released a short laugh, "Yeah." He was about to follow her when he realized, "Wait, you aren't going to kill him, right?" He was curious, half-nervous.

Annabeth lazily turned to him and shook her head, "No." After that, she continued out of the passage. Peter followed behind, looking at the demigod's fingers stained by dark-colored berries. He was sensing something but he swallowed it down, dismissing the urge to ask more for simply, Annabeth was a very dangerous character. In fact, she was more dangerous at that moment than she had used to be.

Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson & the Olympians

"Wait, you aren't going to kill him, right?"

"No." Annabeth proceeded her way out of the passage. Peter followed behind. Unnerving silence. He was strangely quiet. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. He was staring at her berry-stained fingers.

By Peter's intense and suspecting glare, Annabeth knew that he was already sensing her plan; that she would continue on killing the Dauntless. Then, unexpectedly, their eyes met.

Annabeth was scared that Peter would ruin her plan, no matter what strategy she had – by berries or not. Certainly, the Narnian would ruin everything and worse, he might even destroy her name and the remaining trust of the Force, if there was still, towards her.

Yes, Annabeth, was so afraid. However, Peter was more frightened – more like, frightened about his life that she would end it in an instant for she knew that he was sensing her plan already. Annabeth could see that through his eyes – scared and full of doubts.

Peter halted. Annabeth halted as well.

"Don't, Peter…" started Annabeth but she was too late for Peter already dashed out of the passage, returning to their camp. He would clearly destroy everything by telling her agenda to Tobias.

Frantically, Annabeth ran and yelled, "PETER, STOP! I won't –" Would she really not? For in that case, the only way to shut him up was to… '…kill him,' Annabeth swallowed. She shook the thought off. All she needed was for Peter to stop and then… 'And then what?' she thought. There was nothing for her to explain. It was clear that Peter would never heed anything from her anymore. He was hysterically scared at her. But, still, he needed to be stopped no matter what.

Annabeth changed direction, extracting her photographic memory. With several turns and short straights, finally she met Peter and bumped onto him at a sharp turn. By the collision, both of them landed on the ground. She quickly recovered afterwards but Peter was faster. He swiftly withdrew Rhindon and pointed it towards her, standing up.

"PETER, STOP!" Annabeth attempted once more, standing as well and maintaining a safe distance from the Narnian. "Listen to me –" she was cut shortly by Peter's blade. She dodged it safely. However, Peter withdrew an attack once again. Annabeth unsheathed her blade beforehand and blocked it. "I don't want to kill you, Peter." Annabeth tried.

Peter's eyes narrowed, "Really? How about Tobias, Annabeth?"

Annabeth's lips went thin. Denying the truth would be pointless. Desperately, she tried once more, "Join me."

Peter gritted, "NO!"

"So, I have no choice, then…" Annabeth set her sword, setting aside her owe to the Narnian. 'This is necessary,' Annabeth thought. She knew she would grievingly regret killing the Pevensie. He was a fine man although, at the same time, an irritating and ever-doubting blonde competitor. He had saved her life and even though, she couldn't swallow and admit it, he was the closest person she had from the rest of the Force, disregarding their verbal sparring and trust issues. She cared about him and she knew, deep inside, he cared about her as well. But she had trusted him extensively than necessary. She had never thought things would turn out badly.

And then, Annabeth stepped forward, drawing her offense. "Sorry," she murmured. Something pained her chest. She swallowed it away. 'This is necessary,' she reminded herself once again.

Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

They were walking through hallways with great precaution. Katniss was leading. Violet was following behind.

"I saw Prim dead." The words were bitter on her lips. "What did you see?" she turned to Violet behind and looked again in front.

"I saw our house burning. Mom and dad were dead," replied Violet, sadly.

Katniss halted and looked at the girl who stopped as well. "Sorry," the hunter apologized.

Violet smiled, "Fine. I am so used to that truth – so used that the nightmare will never deceive me anymore."

Katniss smiled back. They sustained on walking afterwards. "Hey!" Katniss started again while hopping over a boulder, trying to light up the atmosphere. "Thanks for waking me up." She was waiting for a reply.

"Katniss…" The girl's voice was broken as if somebody or something was preventing her to talk. In a split second, she could hear her heart race, fearing for the girl's safety. She was pressed to turn around.

A slim woman was behind her. She was holding the Baudelaire's hands tightly. Violet was breathing heavily in front of the woman – half scared, Katniss could see it.

"LET HER GO!" Katniss yelled out as she swiftly reached an arrow and charged it on her bow. By the stranger's appearance – green eyes, strawberry blonde hair, pointed ears – she was the same she-elf she had encountered in the cornucopia before.

The elf remained calm and serene. "Follow me and nobody will get hurt, human."

Katniss's eyes narrowed. She gritted her teeth, "Who said that I will listen to you?!"

Without any hesitation, the elf tightly gripped Violet's hands that caused the girl to scream. Katniss was caught by the girl's pain. She shouted, "STOOPPP!"

In a second, Violet stopped from screaming. The elf maiden tilted her head. "It's better to put your bow down. It will do nothing to me." She repeated, "Follow me and nobody will get hurt."

Katniss thought for seconds. She looked at the elf's green eyes, reading and calculating. There was no doubt, she was serious. And, to Violet's face. She couldn't bear seeing the girl in pain. With a deep breath, the hunter surrendered. She lowered her bow and glared at the elf.

"So that settles?" the elf gave her a passive face. "Follow me." After that, the elf turned and walked through the path the two had gone passed. "Don't even try to attack," the elf warned, not looking behind. "I could hear your every move."

Katniss was simply annoyed.

Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games

He was perspiring too much. He could hear sounds coming from every direction. It must be the effect of his nightmare. He was getting weak, he knew. He should stop from getting weak or he would not survive the game.

"Aren't they getting too late?" Peeta asked impatiently, looking at the two who were resting on different boulders. Four gave him a blank look while Thomas only shrugged. It seemed he would never get a right response from the two representative tributes.

The baker put his attention on the ruined grasses in front of him. He pulled them out of the soil and tore them in bits. He was feeling and sensing something he couldn't explain. He was greatly worried unreasonably. Something was happening in the maze and he couldn't point it out.

"Calm down, Peet," Thomas said. "Our food will come." The maze runner was trying to talk humorously. Nobody responded the right way. He shut his mouth. Peeta continued on tearing up the grasses. All of a sudden, sounds of footsteps echoed through the passage. The three were alerted and turned to the direction. They quickly stood up and withdrew their weapons as the figure in the shadows appeared running towards them.

It was Annabeth with messier hair, a cut on her lower lip, and blood all over her shirt and arms. The three lowered their weapons. All of them expressed the same face. Annabeth halted before them. Together, they asked, "What happened?!"

Peeta's first question was "Where's Peter?" But it was ignored when Annabeth's river of tears wet her cheeks uncontrollably, cleaning the blood on them. Annabeth was losing her breathes while looking at their faces.

Desperately, Thomas shook her shoulders to wake her up. "What the hell happened?"

Annabeth gulped, "It's Peter." She took a great deal of air and transferred her eyes to Tobias then to the baker. "It's Peter."

Hearing his friend's name and knowing that he was still absent in the scene, Peeta hysterically asked, "WHERE IS PETER?!" Annabeth was quiet. Peeta dragged the demigod closer to look at him straight to the eyes. "WHERE IS PETER?!"

Finally, she yelled out, "HE TRIED TO KILL ME!" The words were perfectly heard by Peeta's ears. He shook his head, denying, "He can't do that. Tell me the truth…" His feelings, his nerves… He knew that something bad had happened. He just knew it but he couldn't swallow it down. Everything seemed so messed up with those words coming from the demigod with blood on her shirt. He could guess out the happenings yet, he was afraid of the answer. "TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!" He insisted and shook her shoulders, hardly.

Annabeth looked directly into his eyes. Grey eyes had never been so terrifying before. "He. Tried. To. Kill. Me." Silence. Annabeth cruelly continued, "I fought back. I think…" she turned to the two. Tears streamed down her face. "I think I killed him."

Peeta couldn't believe what he had heard. "NO!"

"He hated me!" Annabeth shouted back.

"You know you shouldn't trust her, right?"

"He hated him!" She pointed Tobias with her finger.

"You know you shouldn't trust her, right?"

"He was going to break the Fo – "

Peeta had lost his control. Not Peter. Not his only friend. He unthinkably pushed Annabeth, causing the demigod to lose her balance and fall to the ruined ground. "LIAR!" he pointed. "LIAR!" His eyes narrowed with loathe, "As if you can deceive me! As if you can deceive us all! HOW CAN YOU SAY SUCH WORDS WHEN HE WAS THE ONE WHO ENFORCED US TO SAVE YOU? KILLING YOU IS ABSURD, ANNABETH!"

The demigod was taken aback. Empty. Speechless. Widened eyes. Then, she gave in and sobbed more. She insisted, recovering, "But that's the truth! PETER IS DEAD!"

With that, Peeta stopped. He felt a hand land on his shoulder. Thomas.

"PETER IS DEAD! FOR GODS' SAKE!" Annabeth rose up and wiped her tears away. "P-Peter is dead…" Still, she was continuously crying, "I'm sorry, P-Peet. I didn't mean to…"

The following statements spoken by Annabeth were nothing but unclear words to Peeta. One thing was in his mind: Find Peter.

The baker rapidly took his bag and ran towards the demigod's previous path. Undoubtedly, Tobias, Thomas, and Annabeth were calling out for him but he ignored them all. He needed to find his friend. He needed to find Peter.

Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

She couldn't believe that creature had made her follow. If it wasn't for Violet she would probably attack. But no, she couldn't because the girl's life was at sake even though she could feel that the elf had no intention to kill. Still, she was an opponent.

The elf maiden turned to a dark path Katniss could barely see. And then, by the help of the little light of the night, she saw a huge, tall and steady tree. Its branches were on top of the twenty feet tall stones, and probably reaching the other stones beyond Katniss's vision. It sheltered the whole straight path, making the way hard to see. Briefly, it was a perfect hiding place. Clever.

"What?" Katniss started. "You're planning to kill the both of us here?"

The elf didn't mind to answer but she said though, "We stop here." And then, they stopped before the huge and ancient body of the tree, leaning on the left wall. The hunter was seeing nothing but bushes and foliage around the tree sheltered by unnerving shadows. She waited. Finally, the elf said, "It's safe." And afterwards, from the shadows, Katniss saw the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen, looking directly at them, studying her and Violet. It was the same eyes before, the one who had saved her from being spotted by the Force. Slowly, his figure came – light haired and pointed ears. Another elf but this one was a male.

He smiled.

"I'm glad you've seen two, Arya," he said, weakly. Katniss examined the male elf. He was sitting weakly, leaning on the tree, and covered by leaves. He was wounded on his side – bleeding but it wasn't that worse or, maybe, not anymore.

Impatiently, Katniss broke her silence. "What do you want?"

From Arya, the eyes of the male elf transferred to her. The hunter was almost taken aback. He replied, "Hear us." He gave her a kind look and a small smile. Katniss was almost distracted but she collected herself back and looked at Violet. The girl was quiet with the she-elf. The hunter offered, "Free the girl. We listen."

Arya glared at her, "No. You listen. I'll free the girl."

Katniss was about to reply when the male elf cut in. He said, "We both want no harm, I see. Arya…" he talked to his counterpart, "…let her free. They won't try to escape…" he paused to stare at the girl. "They can't." Katniss couldn't point out if it was a threat or the male elf was only being kind to them. Not that it mattered. She would never let her guard down.

Arya unwillingly freed the girl. Violet automatically ran to the real tribute and hid behind her. Katniss was steady, studying the two elves. She asked again, "What do you want?"

The male elf didn't reply but nodded to the direction of Arya, as if he was allowing something. All of a sudden, the lights from the Container of the green-eyed elf turned on and afterwards, Katniss heard in her mind, "We have something to offer you." The hunter felt coldness run down her spine. Her brain seemed to break as if her privacy had been violated. Instinctively, she covered her head with her hands as if she could protect her mentality but she knew it would do nothing. "STOP IT!" she screamed. Then she noticed, Violet was in the same state as well.

Arya sighed, "Calm down. It's only in the beginning. Now, listen and talk to me mentally. We can't talk with our mouths for they are all listening."

Still glaring at them, Katniss tried to absorb the words she had said. The male elf conversed back, "Av-'osto. We mean no harm. We only want you to hear us." With that, Katniss tried to follow him. She breathed deeply and sought her stillness. Katniss checked Violet. She seemed at ease. After several seconds, the hunter was settled.

"Go on," Katniss allowed. She couldn't believe she was mental conversing with them, successfully.

"We offer you an alliance," said Arya, plainly.

Katniss's brows met, "Alliance? If you're thinking that we will join you to kill the others then, our answer is no."

"To murder isn't our aim. It is to escape, yes," the male elf talked in.

With that, Katniss was more convinced that those two pointed-eared characters were insane. She retorted, "That means rebelling against the Capitol. There's no way out. Even if we happen to escape, the Capitol is around us. They will find us for sure and, after that, death. Do you exactly know what you are saying?"

"Crystal," Arya shortly replied.

The blue-eyed elf went on, "What is the difference of dying here by slaying the others and dying outside by escaping?"

"I won't kill!" Katniss retorted. "I don't want to kill!"

"But, death is the common endpoint. This one I am offering you is the only way to avoid it, or else you do have the will to die by their hands." He tilted his head and emphasized more. "We have to escape and the books are the following concerns after that. Escaping means they do not possess us. They cannot control us," he paused for a second, breathing to ease the pain from his wound. "Better is to die fighting for I will never let them change me even if it means my life."

Amazing. There was no doubt the male elf had earned Katniss's respect. Still, "It's impossible."

The male elf deeply sighed. His wound was bleeding once again. He ignored it. "I can see you have a kind heart. Pride you have, archer." He looked at Katniss then, to Violet. "And, your hands are innocent and you have no intention to stain it with blood." He paused. "I am in knowledge that to kill is your last choice. But this game is cruel. To survive is to kill everyone. Hope is in death. I am offering you another choice in which you could fight and die as you are. I will ask you the last time. Would you join us?"

Katniss was caught in the middle of yes and no. She knew the consequences. She knew the risk but she also knew that the elf was right – what's the difference? But, how about Prim? If by some means she escaped, her family might be a target. She remembered her nightmare, Prim's face and the people of District 12. She didn't want it to happen.

"If there's another way, would you ever choose that?" she remembered her question to Four and it seemed she couldn't answer it herself, given that someone was asking her another way. But, yes, they were different. They were in different situations. Tobias had nothing to lose but she had Prim and her mother outside the arena. She inwardly laughed. What would Tobias say if he's watching and waiting for her to reply? Somehow, she felt deeply ashamed. She couldn't also risk the Capitol against her. Was she letting the Capitol own her? She was afraid of the answer.

Katniss was about to reply when Violet answered before her, "I'll join you." The hunter immediately tugged her with a silent question. The Baudelaire replied, "I will not win this game, Katniss. I know I will die. This is the only option I have."

Katniss was nervous. She was afraid that her choice would lead to Prim's death and the people close to her. What is the end?

"No one knows the end but one thing is for certain, this's the right thing," the male elf answered as if he knew her question. Katniss observed the three. The two elves were emotionless while Violet was begging.

"I'm afraid for Prim. Once I become a rebel, my family's at risk." Finally, Katniss decided, "No."

Violet's eyes dropped to the floor, disappointed. The hunter turned to her, "I can't choose but you can. This's your choice. I won't stop you." She brushed the girl's tresses. "They seemed nice and I think they will never hurt you." She gave her a smile. "Well, this's farewell?"

Violet's eyes became watery, "You don't need to leave." She used her voice. "First, Four. Please, not you too."

"But I have to." She reached for her bag and revealed the flat aluminum container. "In case you get a serious wound." She tried to give the girl a reassuring smile but Violet didn't take it. She wept. Katniss sighed. She placed the container on the girl's hand. Violet accepted it.

It was also hard for the hunter but she had no choice. She turned to the other two, "Take care of her or you will see what a human can do."

Arya smirked, "I have an idea."

Ignoring the she-elf, Katniss held her bow tightly, ready to leave. But before she could even step away, Violet embraced her and whispered, "See you again?" The hunter didn't answer for she was uncertain, herself. She patted her back as a reply. "Goodbye." And then, she released the Baudelaire and left the place.

Legolas 'Greenleaf' from The Lord of the Rings

They got the girl. The hunter left.

They got the girl.

She wasn't enough.

The girl sat on a boulder away from the tree but close enough to hide her figure by the shadows. She was wiping her tears. Still, her shoulders were down. She was too disappointed by the hunter's decision.

"Your name?" Legolas tried to break the silence and leaned relaxingly on the tree. He could feel the pain from his wound running down and up through his spine. He needed rest but he couldn't take his mind out of the game knowing that he was still unfit to play it.

Legolas was waiting for the girl to reply. He had the idea – he knew her name, somehow. He had read it from the data which the Capitol had given to them but he couldn't remember it very well. Just that they had something to do with 'V' and 'B'.

"Violet. Violet Baudelaire," the girl whispered. It was good that Legolas had his sharp hearing or else, he would barely hear her. She had said it almost inaudibly.

"Strange name you have, young one," Legolas commented. "Im Legolas. The name's Legolas. And she…" he turned to look at the near elleth who was walking towards him. Arya nodded, permitting him to introduce her. "…she is Arya. Mae g'ovannen."

Violet barely turned to them. She only gave them a faint smile of 'nice to meet you too' then, nothing. The Sindarin elf knew that Violet was not in the mood for a conversation. Like him, she needed rest.

"Worry not," Arya said as she sat beside him, checking his wound. "She may talk to us but certainly, not this time."

"Iston," he smiled and watched her clean his wound. He looked at her face and saw her lips thinned.

"You're not well enough. I have to use my magic. I can heal it…" she said.

"Û," Legolas contradicted. "You will drain your lights. We need your magic. Better to reserve it, I suggest. Three lights are enough."

"But – "

"No, Arya," he shook his head. "I'm not weak. I have already endured more wounds than this before. Believe me. Only, let us hope that the following trials won't include running." He tried to laugh after that statement but he couldn't bring himself into it. Arya stopped. Still, he could sense that her guilt was bothering her. And he couldn't help it. He touched her hand that was gripping her own skirt. He was hesitant at first but when Arya didn't react, he let his hand relax on top of hers. "It is fine," he assured. "I will be fine…"

Arya talked back, "We both know that the strange beats will come any moment from now – "

Legolas cut her, "Then, leave me be. I better die than to make myself a burden. You and the girl can flee and continue."

"Do you really think I will leave you behind?!" she snapped back. And, he couldn't answer her because, honestly, he really thinks that she would leave him behind. So, he just tightened his hold onto her. Arya continued, averting her eyes from his face to the leafy ground, "I-I I am sorry…" He knew it was hard for her to say those words, given that she was a type of a strong and prideful elleth. Then, there were her lips, trembling, and thinning eyes as if she was preventing herself to weep before him. Legolas was taken aback.

"Arya…" He attempted to start another conversation but he was stopped by Arya's hand. She had already composed herself that quick. 'Amazing,' Legolas thought.

"Letta thornessa," she said, commanding. "This's getting pointless." Because of that, even though he didn't exactly know the meaning of her first words, Legolas was forced to return his hand back to his side.

All of a sudden, "This might help you." They hadn't sensed her. Violet was already standing before them, handling a flat container and wearing a small smile. "This healed Katniss's wound. Her wound was deep and critical before and I think yours too, right now. It might work." She shrugged.

They were caught speechless, looking at the girl. Legolas had nothing to do but to accept the container. The metal was cold on his hand the moment he touched it. It was too foreign for him. After that, Violet gave him a smile once again and instructed, "Apply generously." And, she walked back to her position and settled quietly once again.

Awkward. Breaking their state, Legolas looked upon Arya just as she looked upon him. And, after seconds of staring at each other and sending silent messages, they decided. They had to try it.

Violet Baudelaire from Series of Unfortunate Events

"Le fael." There came the foreign language of the light-haired elf. She bet he meant his gratefulness. She turned to them slightly from her position and saw them at ease and relieved, especially the male elf named Legolas. His face had lightened up greatly. She could guess out that the greasy substance had healed his wound. And, she was happy she had been a great help for them.

Violet gave them a smile for the nth time. After that, she returned to her self-isolation. She missed Katniss and Tobias. She couldn't understand why fate was always sweeping her guardians out of her life. She was very unfortunate, indeed. And, she was left in the care of those pointed-eared representative tributes. She had considered them as her new guardians for they had promised to take good care of her. The Baudelaire hugged her knees and buried her face onto them. She sighed. She was tired of everything – from the very beginning of her book and even to the arena of reality.

Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games

He was running through passages and passages and moving from one to another – had no idea where to go. He was looking for any sign of his friend. Peter. In just an instance, the baker was critically losing his friend. "PETER! PETER! PETER!" he was shouting, didn't even care that someone might hear him and end his life in the process. Unexpectedly, his eyes spotted a dark figure, lying freely on the ground from a narrow passage. He quickly ran towards it with a pumping heart due to his extreme fear. And, yes, he saw his best friend, looking dead, face on the dirt, and blood all over him, Rhindon on his hand with the same red fluid on its blades.

Peeta rushed grievingly to Peter's body, tears running down his cheeks, blaming Annabeth and perhaps, cursing her fate. "PETER!" He abruptly pulled his friend up and checked his condition. The Narnian had a stab through his abdomen. Peeta could guess out that the weapon was the Rhindon, itself. And, it had clearly passed through the Narnian's body. Additionally, there was a large wound on his head, as if a rock had been used and hit his head with it.

The baker leaned the King on the nearest wall, hoping that there was still life in him. "Peter! Peter! Peter!" he was shouting. "C'mon Peter! Damn it! Wake up!"

Finally, the king's eyes opened slowly. Peeta was more than happy seeing his friend alive. Still, he was losing his life. "P-Peet…" Peter withdrew a weak smile. Peeta smiled back.

"Sorry…" Peeta muttered under his breath. "I had a feeling that something bad will happen to you and – "

Peter cut him, "It's not your fault. You know that Peet…" He smiled. His best friend smiled back. They both know that the king would not stay that long. Then, Peter released a hollow laugh, "I failed them…" a tear fell from his eye. Disappointed. "I'll never see them again. Lucy and Edmund…" he wept and continued, "I want you to win, Peet." He looked directly to the baker's eyes. "Keep Rhindon." A deep gasp, he released. "He will help you in this g-game..." He coughed. Dark red liquid came out from his mouth. He raised his hand to settle it on the baker's shoulder then gave him a squeeze. "I'm glad you've dashed h-here… instead of staying there in the F-Force…" Peeta gave him a questioning look. "S-she will k-kill… everyone." Silence. "Annabeth."

With that, Peeta understood. "You know you shouldn't trust her, right?" It was all Annabeth's doing. Whatever it was she was planning, he would never let himself fall into it. "Thanks," Peeta replied shortly.

The king gave him a last weak smile, "I-I know you can do it. Finish this game." Then, he died.

Silence stayed for half a minute. Peeta gritted his teeth, hands were clenched. He wept silently before the dead body of the Narnian, ignoring the ivies that were taking his best friend.

NOTES:

Av-'osto - Don't be afraid
Im Legolas - My name is Legolas
Mae g'ovannen - Well met!
Iston - I know
Û - No
Letta thornessa - Stop this
Le fael - Thank you

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The pairings aren't official. It doesn't mean that I wrote them together, I ship them forever. No. It can be yes or no or something in between. Just like what I've said, you can oppose or approve. It depends on my mood and on your suggestions/reviews.